marvel at the colour of my skin
come deep inside and let’s begin
welcome
to the cytoplasm of my chromatophores
come and swim
with xanthophores,
erythrophores,
iridophores, and
melanophores
now step outside and feel the heat
is it lust,
anger,
cold,
or am I just a piece of meat?
Hot stuff, I’d say!
Even though I don’t understand any of stanza 2 it doesn’t matter because one gets the drift and the sounds are great.
… erm… did you intend the double entendre in line 2?
Whether intended or not, how would it be if you cut the first two lines then moved the current line 1 to be a stand alone line the end? Just a thought.
I love the slant way you have of looking at things…
that is why it is great to post stuff and get feedback – I am laughing so much – just like when Robbie used the word “canal” I automatically thought her poem had made reference to the watery kind somehow you two think I am being a bit raunchy (what does that say about me – don’t answer that)! Would you believe I was trying to impress the more scientific thinkers amongst us (the Martins and Keiths of this world) and it was supposed to be a very factual poem. Most chameleons live in hot environments and the ones that can change colour do so for a variety of reasons (I discovered)- to attract the opposite sex; to warn that they are angry; because their body temperature drops; and even to blend in to the background to stop them being eaten by a snake or a bird. Maybe I should write some more raunchy stuff – never thought I had it in me – so big thanks for that.